Confused.
That was how Zheng Qing felt when he left Qingqiu Mansion.
Su Shijun had told him not to look at things from such a lofty position. She reminded him that he was only a young wizard, with limited vision, and what he saw might not be the whole picture. If he handled matters according to his own views, his good intentions might end up causing harm.
But at the end of last semester, Old Yao had also discussed similar matters with Zheng Qing.
Only, his attitude had been completely different.
"I hope you graduate soon."
"I no longer expect to discuss these things with the headmaster. I can only place my hopes on you, and a student cannot become a qualified agent."
That day, in the Dean's Office of Jiuyou Academy, Old Yao had very naturally discussed the school's abysmal decision-making efficiency with Zheng Qing. He had talked about how Professor Emma was an unqualified Vice Principal, about His "followers," the demons' newly ascended Ancient One, about the Alliance's attempt to reach into First University, about a certain Big Rat that had just advanced to Legendary Wizard, and so on.
Between the lines, the dean of Jiuyou Academy had not regarded the young publicly funded student as merely a young wizard.
But as a conversational partner of equal "standing."
A collaborator with whom he could discuss serious matters and the many major affairs within the Alliance.
This recognition from a Legendary Wizard, along with Old Yao's solemn attitude, inevitably made Zheng Qing feel a little lightheaded. Without realizing it, he accepted Old Yao's way of thinking and began trying to view problems from the mindset of someone in a high position—every boy harbored dreams of pointing out the course of the world and commanding the winds of change. The